Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 710: Let Me Check If You’re Hiding a Man

Chapter 710: Chapter 710: Let Me Check If You’re Hiding a Man

Upon hearing Norman Sutton’s voice, Lana Holloway finally opened the door, looking at him sleepily, "What are you doing here so early?"

Norman Sutton took a glance inside the room and then squeezed in.

Lana Holloway frowned at him, "What are you doing?"

Norman Sutton looked around, "I’m checking if you’ve hidden a man."

Lana Holloway, "You’re crazy."

Norman Sutton, "Didn’t spend last night hiding under the blanket to cry, did you? Look at your eyes, all swollen like peaches."

Lana Holloway, "None of your business! If you’ve got nothing to do, go out. I still need to sleep!"

Norman Sutton plopped down on the sofa by the wall and said, "What’s sleep? Come out with me."

Lana Holloway, "Where to? Aren’t you here for a competition?"

Norman Sutton, "I’ll take you somewhere; where I go is where you go. You’re not worth anything, can’t even sell you, right? Hurry up and change your clothes."

Norman Sutton sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, took out his phone, and started to play on it.

Lana Holloway went to the bathroom to freshen up and change clothes, then began to apply makeup.

Norman Sutton sat outside and had already played several rounds of games. Seeing that Lana Holloway still hadn’t come out, he couldn’t help but put away his phone and went to knock on the door, "Fell into a pit?"

"Almost done."

"Why taking so long to just go out? Things you can sort in five minutes, I really don’t know why you women dilly-dally around? I came here to find you at seven; now it’s almost eight, an hour could be used to do many things. Didn’t your teacher teach you time is money? Wasting time like this, no wonder you’re poor. I say..."

"Clack—" Lana Holloway opened the door with dissatisfaction, frowned and said to him, "I have my own schedule; I’m not rushing. If you think I’m wasting your time, you can leave on your own."

Norman Sutton looked down at Lana Holloway. Her makeup was light, her fair little face was rosy, as if the tender red came naturally from her skin, lips were cherry pink like peach-flavored jelly, making him want to bite...

Lana Holloway didn’t know what Norman Sutton was thinking, just rolled her eyes at him, sidestepped him, then walked to the bed and picked up her cotton coat, put it on, and slung her bag, "Let’s go."

Norman Sutton coughed lightly, his face somewhat flushed, heart unconsciously racing, but he still maintained the young master’s demeanor, walked ahead arrogantly. Lana Holloway turned back to the room to get the umbrella, jogged up, hearing Norman Sutton snort lightly, said, "Hmph, no matter how much makeup, it’s ugly if not naturally pretty!"

Lana Holloway just rolled her eyes, pretended not to hear, anyway, he couldn’t say anything decent, arguing with him felt childish.

Took the elevator downstairs, upon stepping out the hotel, Lana Holloway opened an umbrella to shield the falling snowflakes.

The umbrella had just been opened, Norman Sutton reached over to grab the umbrella, held it above his head but generously left half for Lana Holloway.

Though Lana Holloway seemed unwilling to share the umbrella, didn’t squeeze under, glanced at him, asked, "What exactly do you want?"

Norman Sutton directly held her arm, pulling her under the umbrella, asked her, "Where do you want to go play?"

Lana Holloway, "Aren’t you here for the competition?"

Norman Sutton, "I have the morning free; back in the afternoon will do. Saw you being ditched by your boyfriend, seemed quite pitiful, reluctantly keeping you company."

Lana Holloway, "I don’t need your company."

Norman Sutton, "How many times have I told you? Don’t be ungrateful. If you don’t have a place in mind, I’ll take you somewhere."

Before Lana Holloway could react, Norman Sutton put away the umbrella and dragged her onto a bus.

The bus seats were mostly empty; Norman Sutton let her sit by the window, and he sat beside her.

Lana Holloway looked at the locations on the bus, unfamiliar, "Where to?"

Norman Sutton, "You’ll know once we get there."

Lana Holloway, "Do you often come around here? Feels like you’re familiar with it."

Norman Sutton, "What a joke, I was a semi-professional player in high school, came here for quite a few competitions."

Though Norman Sutton’s words were truthful, his arrogant tone was grating.

To prevent him from boasting more, Lana Holloway didn’t continue the topic, turned her gaze to the window outside.

The bus gradually left the bustling street, arrived at a quaint European-style town.

The buildings looked full of history, made one feel it’s a town brimming with stories.

"Snowing, the scenery is not bad. Actually, spring here would be prettier, everything blooming everywhere. Imagine sitting at a street-side café in a warm afternoon, sipping coffee and snacking, enjoying the spring view, would be quite serene, no?"

Lana Holloway glanced at him sideways, "Who knew you had such taste?"

"Tch, did you think I’m like common folk like you? Don’t get enjoyment. Just ahead, get off, follow me."

The town’s scenery was pleasant, though the cold air invigorated the spirit quite a bit.

Once off the bus, Lana Holloway began snapping pictures of the surroundings with her phone.

Norman Sutton also took out his phone, snapped a picture of her, then handed it to Lana Holloway, said, "Look, want me to take pictures for you? Twenty bucks a shot."

Looking at the angle he took, Lana Holloway felt it made her look just about four feet tall, frowned, reached out wanting to snatch his phone, "Delete it!"

Norman Sutton raised his hand, "Delete what?"

Saying this, he snapped another one of Lana Holloway’s puffed-up face, then laughed heartily at the photo he took.

Lana Holloway, unable to contain her anger, tried capturing ugly shots of him with her phone, yet each picture didn’t seem ugly enough.

Feeling frustrated, she directly turned towards a nearby bakery and walked in.

Norman Sutton only realized she was gone when he turned around, and followed her footprints in the snow into the bakery.

Neither had breakfast; he was hungry, followed behind Lana Holloway, picking whatever she picked.

Lana Holloway glanced at him, walked to the cashier to settle her bill, Norman Sutton also added his share to the pile.

The cashier smiled and asked in English, "Paying together?"

Lana Holloway picked out Norman Sutton’s share, explained fluently, "Separate, I don’t know him."

Just as she finished speaking, Norman Sutton reached over from Lana Holloway’s head side, handed cash to the cashier, said, "Together."

The cashier smiled, took the money, cashing and giving change.

Lana Holloway clutched her own portion and walked out of the shop; Norman Sutton pocketed the change and followed out, munching bread, said, "Why are you always so angry? Every time I see you, all puffed up, do I owe you money?"

Lana Holloway stopped and turned back, said, "Can’t Young Master Sutton figure out why? I was in a good mood, but seeing you just annoys me!"